Pāhonoa te oro

My sister used to beat me up… all the time. She had serious anger issues. The smallest things could set her off. One time, I turned the light on while she was trying to sleep… and she attacked me so badly, I went to prom covered in bruises. And the craziest part? I never hit her back. I was that kind of kid… the one who would cry instead of fighting back, because I loved my sister… and I hated hurting her. Years went by. Things got a little better… but she still had those moments. Then o